Selections: Our picks of the week's best events, June 15-21

Since the passing of Prince, the pop legend has been at the forefront of our minds more than ever. We've been receiving updates about his death almost daily, somberly singing his songs over and over again, and now we have another chance to celebrate his musical genius. Orlando Weekly Best of Orlando winners for Best Burlesque in our readers poll, the Ladies of the Peek-A-Boo Lounge always show the audience a good time; but their tribute to Prince is a must-go. There's no doubt the dancers of this twice-a-month burlesque revue will have the crowd belting out "Little Red Corvette" and reliving all of his best tunes. If Prince isn't your cup of tea, drink enough of
the specialty Stardust cocktails and he might be. It's bound to be a night
well spent. – Bridgette Norris

9:30 p.m. | Stardust Lounge, 431 E. Central Blvd. | 407-839-0080 | $7

Thursday, 16

Yacht Rock Revue

MUSIC

Let's get one thing out of the way quickly: The Yacht Rock Revue is a band, not an assemblage of your favorite '70s soft-rockers. This Atlanta group consists of accomplished players who grew up on the lite sounds of AM radio (probably while shopping with mom) and figured they'd be better off as a full-time cover band than as the struggling indie musicians they once were. And successful they have been, garnering enough of a following in their hometown to establish their own mini-festival (the Yacht Rock Revival) and build out a booking calendar that has them playing year-round. (Though, honestly, we all know summer is the best time for soft rock.) And while there's a thick strain of wink-and-nod irony to their performances, it's also clear that these guys don't treat their shows as a joke, opting instead to deliver spot-on renditions of everything from Christopher Cross and Steely Dan to Ambrosia, Ace, Walter Egan and other less-heralded genre titans. – Jason Ferguson, of course

Sports are fun and all, but jeez can they get serious. Thankfully, teams employ a bunch of clowns in stifling-hot fur suits to keep the crowds smiling in dark times. That's why the Magic have one of the best mascots in the game: Even though we're let down year after year as the team "rebuilds" or whatever, Stuff the Magic Dragon keeps fans coming back to the Amway Center with death-defying stunts, funny gags and a dedication to his role that, frankly, we'd like to see from some of the other members of the team. And this weekend is Stuff's time to shine as more than 20 different mascots representing college and pro teams from across the country descend on Orlando for the Mascot Games. Stuff and his Muppet-suited brethren – like University of Florida's Albert and Alberta, the Jags' Jaxson de Ville, the Dallas Cowboys' Rowdy and the Maple Leafs' Carlton – face off in ridiculous physical challenges involving pogo sticks, pugil jousting, inflatable obstacle courses and, inevitably, hospital gurneys. The games are a benefit for New Hope for Kids, a charity that grants wishes to terminally ill children and helps families grieve after the deaths of loved ones. And if that's not a cause
you can get behind, you're probably a mascot-less Yankees fan, ya big
meanie. – Thaddeus McCollum

Though they might better resemble latter-day Morrissey's live band than the Smiths in the full gladiola of their youth, there's no mistaking the fact that South Florida's Ordinary Boys have got the Smiths' singular sound down pat. They've got a set that draws heavily from classics like "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out" and "Bigmouth Strikes Again," and stage moves that aren't afraid to dip into the endless well of "oh wounded me" theatrics that characterized Morrissey, Marr and crew during their prime. Points added for vocalist AJ Navarrete not being afraid to yelp and howl with total abandon on "Barbarism Begins at Home," and for the band occasionally dipping into the solo Morrissey canon. And since the Smiths are destined to be THE ONE band that doesn't fall prey to the reunion-industrial-complex (thankfully), this is going to be your best chance to re-enact Smiths live hysteria. Bring flowers, wear a cardigan. Morrissey would have wanted it that way. Wait, no he wouldn't have. Well, at least Craig Gannon wouldn't mind, surely. – Matthew Moyer

Alert to all Central Florida bookworms and aspiring writers: The Orlando Book Festival is bringing published authors to your downtown library for a daylong event of writing workshops and panels. Allison Brennan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen thrillers, and Star Wars: Aftermath author Chuck Wendig are keynote speakers, and among the dozens of featured authors are food memoirist Diana Abu-Jaber, kickass University of Florida historian James C. Clark and accomplished local YA author Lauren Gibaldi. From workshops on world-building to panels on crafting tension (on the page, not in life), there's something here to help break down writer's block – no matter what the genre. – Jarleene Almenas

If we're being honest, it's hard to go wrong with barbecue, beers and Bruce Willis to celebrate Father's Day. Take your pops (or your kid) to the Enzian for a special showing of the classic action flick Die Hard, and enjoy pulled pork, wings and a whole host of sides. Dads get one free Yuengling, or you can splurge on a VIP table for unlimited Yuengling, a reserved seat and a special gift for your favorite guy. And sure, Die Hard is technically a Christmas movie, but watching badass movies with your dad is a celebration for any time of the year. – Harry Sayer

Ever wish that epic bands like Explosions in the Sky and Mono would stop fucking around with the exploratory foreplay and just get to big climaxes already? Boy, do we have a band for you, and they're from Florida. St. Pete's Set and Setting are one of the most powerfully calibrated post-rock bands in the game right now. Besides the aforementioned focus, their music is perfectly pitched between widescreen beauty and real tonnage, evoking sky-scraping gorgeousness with a monolithic crush. Making the bill even more of an event is the added heaviness of New Jersey's Hivelords, whose dark and forward sound forges progressive black metal with doom currents into an atmospheric fury. It's a concentration of talent usually seen at prime scene-mover venues, only this time it converges at the Space Station, one of the most notable of the city's legit DIY spaces. What that means is a cheaper, deeper and more up-close
experience. – Bao Le-Huu

Borrowing their name from a pulpy sci-fi potboiler about atomic-powered creatures who thirst for brains (and spinal cords), you can pretty much do the math on what Atlanta's Fiend Without a Face are all about. The band, each member concealed under red fez hats and nightcreeper-style stockings over their faces, deal in a very swampy, horror-infused surf sound that calls to mind a zombified Dick Dale, Link Wray's "Rumble" all methed up, or the Cramps at their rowdiest. Despite the anonymity of the masks, Fiend Without a Face fall very neatly into a gonzo legacy of horror rock, alongside Screamin' Jay Hawkins, the Misfits and the Ghouls. And like all of the aforementioned, there's more than enough in the way of musical chops to equal out the garish visuals and theatrical flourish. Not for the faint of heart. Note: Under one of these masks lurks Brent Hinds of Mastodon (!?!). – Matthew Moyer